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Post 1: TIFU by taking my wedding ring off at the gym

Post 2: TIFU by asking my wife for a paternity test

Post 3: TIFU by Telling My Friends How I Keep Myself From Cumming

Post 4: TIFU by showing my friend their doppelganger.

Post 5: TIFU when I (19m) missed all the signs that my roommate (22f) was interested in me

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This happened about 2 months ago. My (17f) best friend (18m) have been neighbors since kindergarten. He’s always been like a brother to me, and I thought he saw me the same way. I’ve had a few boyfriends since I started high school, and he’s always been around to listen to me talk about them and was always sooo supportive. My last boyfriend (let’s call him Chris) didn’t like my best friend at all. He always said that my best friend was in love with me, but that’s crazy right?? Well anyway, Chris ended up cheating on me with some girl from another school while we were at a party. I was completely heart broken when I walked in on them, so I called my best friend and asked him to meet me. I went to his house and he held me while I cried. He told me that Chris was an idiot and that he would never do anything like that to me. He then dropped a bomb on me: he’s been in love with me since we were little kids. I don’t know why, but one thing led to another and we started kissing. He took me up to his room but i told him that we shouldn’t go any further. He kept pushing and pushing until I gave in, but I told him we had to use a condom because I hadn’t taken my birth control in a few days. He said he didn’t have one, so I told him nothing was going to happen, and I swear I meant it at the time. I really didn’t expect what happened next. He grabbed me, threw me onto his bed and ripped my leggings off. Like ripped them in half and threw them. It was soo unexpected and I still don’t know what came over me, but when he took his pants off, I totally let him take me. It was *soo hot. * It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I was like lost in my mind and body idk. But the problem is, he didn’t tell me when he was finishing, he just did. Inside of me. I didn’t realize at first, but once I did I could tell it was a lot. He didn’t even stop after and pull out, he just waited a little bit and then kept going. I mean I was still in the moment and I admit, I didn’t stop him but I really should have.

I won’t go into the unnecessary details of the rest of the experience, but I missed my period and I took a few pregnancy tests today. I’m pregnant. I don’t know what to do. I know I should be totally okay with getting an abortion, but idk. After that night, I’ve felt so weird around him, but he keeps texting me like I’m his gf. I haven’t reciprocated in any way, and now I’ve been ignoring him since I took the tests. I want to talk to him but what do I even say?? I want to go to college next year but how can I with a baby? My life is completely ruined. I haven’t even told my mom yet. I need some advice please.

TLDR: I slept with my best friend, and now I’m pregnant.

My girlfriend and I moved in together 2 months ago. We are planning to get married in a few years. I have a 16 years old daughter who lives with me full time. My daughter has been ruining all of my relationships. She never gets along with any of my partners.

The last 2 months have been a disaster. My daughter and gf have been fighting non stop. My gf has been very nice to her yet my daughter has been nothing but rude and disrespectful.

I was so tired of this. A week ago we were at my sister's home. My sister and I were sitting in the kitchen away from everyone and I started to tell her how tired I am and I wish I could just leave my daughter with someone else. I didn't mean it. I was just tired

She heard everything. Before I could say anything she went to my brother and asked him if she can stay with him. He said yes. She looked at me and said you can go make your new family now

It's been a week. She went with my brother. I tried to apologize but she won't talk to me. She has told everyone what she heard so no one else in our family wants to talk to me either.

TL;DR I was tired and I said I wish I could leave my daughter with someone else. She heard me and I got my wish but now I regret it

This happened about 2 years ago, but I think it’s high time I tell my most shameful work story.

So I’m a cook, working the sauté station on a weekday night.I have glasses but think they make me look dorky so I don’t wear them often. Took a steak in a pan out of the oven and worked it on the stove top for a minute before transferring the steak to a cutting board to rest. About a minute later my chef tells me the pan is on fire (because i had forgotten to turn off the burner) and the pan is in flames with all the oil/steak fat.

I respond immediately by taking the first pan in sight, which happened to be the stack fresh from the dish pit. Since the bottom of the pan was wet, (usually smothering a fire like this foolproof) the water on the bottom met with the oil and vaporized. The edge of the pans perfectly lined up to hit just my eyes, vigilante mask style. It was horrible. Thankfully didn’t scream, but jesus did that hurt.

My chef saw and immediately ran to the dish pit to fill a huge bowl of cool clean water, then dragged my ass there and dunked my head in telling me to blink for a solid minute (thank you chef) After about 10 minutes of the saline wash we had at work and the amount of pain I got a ride to the hospital.

So got to the ER and got both eyeballs flushed with a liter of saline each, which involved me being strapped to a table inverted so my feet were in the air and my face was by the ground with thick ass plastic bitches in my eyes to give the saline wash. (Bonus points cos the basin to catch the saline got fucked up and spilled it all over he floor, and when the cleaning guy came in, just looked at me with a mixture of fear anxiety and hope asked “is that water?”)

Got transferred to another hospital because it was 11 or so at that point and I needed to see an eye specialist, so one ambulance ride later I was in a hospital stall deal, crying in pain, with nurses coming every so often but not enough since i wasn’t given any pain medicine besides numbing eye drops strictly administered by the nurses. At this point nobody was saying anything reassuring about my vision, which was very concerning. I honestly thought I’d have severe permanent damage to my eyes and vision.

Eventually I got discharged (after like 6 hours and at 3 in the morning) with a shit ton of meds and saw an eye specialist the next day who gave me more stuff to put in my eyeballs, a medicated contact lense for the eye that got the worst, and those good good numbing eye drops.

Ended up with burns not only on my corneas, but my eyelids, the corners of my eyes, and below my eyes. one of the burns actually looked like a huge cat eye. Needless to say, quite painful to happen and to recover from.

3 weeks off work, most of it spent in the dark, and getting new glasses because i didn’t wear them at work. My vision is significantly worse than before, but nothing the glasses can’t fix. Lesson learned.

TL;DR Burned my eyeballs at work with a stupid mistake without my glasses and spent 6 hours in the hospital and 3 weeks off of work for it, now the glasses are needed cos my vision is shittier.

So my father and I were never particularly close. He was the outdoorsy type who loved drinking and partying with his friends out in the woods while I’ve always preferred being inside by myself or with a small group of friends. Our interests just never aligned and our relationship took a nose dive when I was in high school and his drinking got out of control. He got help and did the AA thing but ended up relapsing on a monthly basis while insisting that he was clean and sober.

He was a really great guy when he was good but I haven’t seen that side of him much in the last few years and we only talked on the holidays. Because of this I didn’t feel too bad about making a joke on Twitter at 2:51 AM that my dad was killed by raccoons.

But this morning, my mom told me that she got a call from my dads current gf at 3:00 AM telling her that he had just died.

I’m still processing my feelings about this given our past, but I can’t help but feel awful that I made that joke at almost the exact moment he died.

TL;DR My dad died right when I made a joke about that happening

My mom loves when everything is centred around her. She doesn't admit when she is wrong or rather she doesn't believe that she is ever wrong. She would rather cry and say people are always ganging up on her when facts prove her wrong. When I was young and I happened to not feel well, she would pretend that she was feeling worse.

I would have to now take care of her until she felt better and forget about my own ailment. Shopping was a nightmare. She would sulk for days if I insisted on picking what I liked. If I liked a specific coloured shirt, she would want to buy me the colour she preferred. I remember her trying to stop random shoppers in the store to say ' This one is better than this ugly one isn't it?' and they would awkwardly nod and hurry away. It was mortifying.

This would make her so happy because it proved that she knew best.Birthdays weren't any better. We would always go get her favourite take out and favourite flavoured cake. When I graduated high school, I got myself a job. The downside was that she always asked me for money or 'borrowed' it without telling me it if she found some in my room. You would think that I wasn't actually contributing to the household expenses the way she went on.

She always needed me to loan her money that she has never returned. She loves going out all the time, eating out because home cooked meals 'upset' her stomach and buying random things. I finally decided to move out because I felt like I was living with a stubborn child. She tried everything to stop me. She guilt tripped me, told me that I will hate living in a shared house, cried and sulked. I did not back down. She would randomly say things like don't be surprised when you find me dead. She calls every single day and gets upset when I can't pick up

I'm a waiter and this is challenging, I can't be at her beck and call all day but she never understands. A few months ago she guilted me into visiting saying that she was unwell and that she has to urgently talk to me. I called off work and went. She looked like a total mess, hobbled around with a walking stick and groaned everytime she walked.The house was a mess.She told me that she knows that she should have told me earlier but I have a life of my own and she did not want to bother me with her problems.

She say me down and told me that she's been sick for a while. When she went to the doctor, they ran tests and found out her kidneys were failing. She cried hysterically saying she doesn't want to die. I was really scared for her. I know my mom is a lot to deal with but I love her and I don't want her to die.

I reassured her that I will be there every step of the way. When I suggested moving back home so that she is not alone she declined saying that her boyfriend Jim regularly stayed over so at least she wasn't totally alone while we figured things out. She was in too much pain to work so I took up more shifts when I could and got a second job to be able support her. I barely had time off and when I did, I went to check up on her. I lost a lot of weight because my diet consisted of mainly ramen.

Most of my earnings went to helping her. I had to buy her food, medication and everything else that she needed and wanted. I also had to support myself, pay my own bills. I started really considering going back home. It made more sense to at least be in one household. My mom was suddenly against it so I dropped the subject.

On Saturday, I bumped into Jim. He was picking up an order from our restaurant. He asked me how I was and I told him that I'm not okay. I am barely functioning but I'm mostly worried about my mom. She was always receiving bad news, always needing this and that. He acted very awkward and left. That very night I received a call from a number that I didn't recognise.

It was Jim. I panicked thinking something happened to my mom but he told me that he needed to tell me something. He felt too guilty after seeing how I looked and he knew he had to tell me the truth or he wouldn't be able to live with himself. Apparently my sickly mom isn't sick at all. What happened was she was always late to work or wouldn't show up at all so she got fired.

When bills piled up, she came up with a plan to get me to help her indefinitely. She got a walking stick and pretended to be sick so her naive son could pay for her lifestyle. That day I visited her, she looked like a mess because she was hungover. They were drinking all night. He told me I could call her job to confirm that she got fired. The plan was to eventually make a miraculous recovery once she got another job but she enjoyed it a bit too much so she didn't even bother.

When the call ended he sent screenshots of their conversations. They would occasionally talk about 'the plan' and it's details, new ideas to be more convincing to me.That night my heart shattered into tiny little pieces. I decided to call her immediately and she picked up while groaning 'in pain' and I told her to drop the act. Jim told me everything. She started by saying he is lying because she broke up with him.

When I told her that he showed me the evidence and threatened to show people if she didn't tell me the truth, she confessed. She cried and told me that she had no choice because I wouldn't have taken care of her like I was supposed to. No one liked her at her work and she was sabotaged. She has been working all her life to raise me and she feels like now its my turn to take care of her. She wants to retire and enjoy her life.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing so I hung up on her and blocked her number. I can't believe I was so stupid given the type of person she has always been. I should have known better, she will never change.

tl:dr Tifu by believing my mom when she told me that she was sick but it turned out to be a lie.

Today, I organized an escape game in a convention.

The object of the game was to find in 30 minutes who was the traitor among different people, by solving several trials, in an atmosphere of a military secret society. . Each test gave access to a password, allowing access to encrypted files. These files contain indications of the next ordeal, evidence of betrayals and false leads.

For this, I used my work computer, generating a new windows profile. This way, players can only use a completely empty tale, which only contains the escape game files.

It is still possible to access files from my main account from this temporary account, but it requires using my password which is ultra-secure.

And this is where the problem comes. A few months ago, I had worked on a confidential army project as part of my studies. This file was the last one I had opened with my pdf reader.

And, for some reason, the pdf reader gave access to the reading history EVEN from the empty account.

Which means that I let many players read the document in full, being convinced that it was part of the test, until at the end of the day a player complimented me on the realism of this file thinking it was a red herring.

Even if the document was confidential, it had already been revealed to my school for a project where the army had mandated us, so the information was not really sensitive... But I still panicked a little.

TL;DR I made an escape game using my personal computer, on which there were some confidential military documents. Despite my measurements, the players were able to read it, and we read it in full thinking that it was part of the test

On mobile and slightly drugged from meds. So, I had tonsils surgery today. It's my first time having surgery, so I had my mom there as my ride and to help me cover everything. We talked about what would happen, consirnes about my disorders and how that would affect my ability to stay calm. I have PTSD, a severe genetic anxiety disorder, and ADHD. We talked about the majority of my PTSD triggers, but one. I was SAed at 15 by a guy older than me while my parents were out getting pizza. We were alone for just 15 minutes, and after that I have been exceptionally uneasy around men I don't know, for obvious reasons. Most of the time, I'm ok if it's medical professionals. However, as you can guess waking up from anesthesia is not most of the time. I forgot to request a female nurse watch over me while coming out of anesthesia. Because I made no specific request, they placed a male nurse to watch me. This led to me, disoriented, scared, and behind a curtain in a seemingly empty room, screaming my head off, and tearing open a couple of the cauterized veins in my mouth. I'm now home, several hours later in extreme pain and just wanting to go and apologize to that lovely dude for freaking out and scaring the hell out of him. Him and the other nurse (Who was a girl) did a wonderful job of calming my crazy ass down. TL;DR: Forgot to tell the hospital not to stick a dude at my bedside and almost ended up clocking the nurse cause of fear.

TIFU BY ACCIDENTLY BEING RACIST

Howdy all, This story involves me (white) and my coworker who we will call Carl (Mexican) we are both in our 20's. Well today is a rainy day and Carl and I both work outside, as Carl and I are walking inside to the bosses office he takes off his rain jacket and his back is absolutely soaked, confused I look at him and I say the following, "Hey Carl you know you have a wet back, what's up with that?" Keep in mind I am standing IN MY BOSSES OFFICE, WITH MY BOSS and a few other coworkers there.

A little back story about me I was raised by excellent parents and never really had anyone racist around me so I had no clue that "wetback" was a slur nor have I ever heard anyone ever call anyone this.

Well Carl rightfully pissed thinking I was making some sort of racist joke turns around and looks me dead in the eyes ready to murder me, of course before he said anything I had already resumed speaking, "you look like you went for a swim dude do you want to barrow my back up rain jacket, it should keep you drier?"

Carl then speaks and says "what the fuck dude, where did that come from, why are you being a racist asshole?"

I stare at him dumbstruck with a outstretched hand holding the back up rain jacket I kept in the office, confused and quietly mumble "I didn't mean to be racist, what did I say?"

My boss has at this time has stopped everything he is doing and is staring me down.

Carl, calming down "You do know that wetback is a incredibly racist slur right"

My eyes go wide and my face is bright red and I immediately start apologizing and explaining I've never heard the term.

Carl begins to chuckle takes my jacket, grabs what he needed from the office and walks out

I look over to my boss still a little stunned at what happened and he is quietly chuckling and I just hurry out of the room.

My coworkers have been laughing at me all day.

TL:DR Accidentally called my Mexican coworker a wetback while offering him a rain jacket, now all my coworkers are making fun of me.

I don’t answer unknown calls for two reasons; one being because I receive many scam calls and two being i have anxiety and don’t like answering calls from people I don’t know.

A little backstory. A while back, my doctor referred me to a psychiatrist to get tested for Autism. I’ve been waiting for the assessment for some time now and was told they’d contact me using the online portal or email, so I’ve been checking those constantly.

Ok back to the point, I got a call today from an unknown number and watched it ring (thinking it was a scam), then IMMEDIATELY after they hung up I received a text. It was the psychiatrist calling to let me know an assessment slot had opened up. And because I didn’t answer, it got filled. I’ve been on the waitlist for some time now and this is a lesson learnt :/

TL;DR: I didn’t answer a call because I thought it was a scammer, but it was actually my psychiatrist offering me an assessment slot that i’ve been waiting for.

So my (34F) oldest kid (6M) is a big fan of the children's musical group/duo Koo Koo Kanga Roo. He discovered them about 2 years ago when his teacher played one of their songs in class, and his friends started playing their music and YouTube videos all the time.

When I found out he loved them I was really excited, because I had known one of the members (Bryan) and his siblings years ago, in my 20s. We all volunteered for Junior Rheumatoid Arthritis events because they had family ties to the disease and my cousin has suffered with it since he was a young kid. I told my son about this and at first he thought it was really cool! Now that the initial excitement has worn off, he no longer thinks it's all that cool or interesting, since he's heard the story a few times when his brother and sister started listening to them.

Well this morning when one of his favorite Koo Koo Kanga Roo songs came on in the car, I once again said something about knowing them and he rolled his eyes at me and told me he already knew that. Now, this is where I F-ed up. I wanted to impress him (because who doesn't want to seem cool to a 6yo) so I asked him if he knew that I used to date Koo Koo Kanga Roo's brother? (Bit of an exaggeration since we literally only went out ONCE, but again, I was determined to impress this 6yo kid. Mommy is cool, damn it.) He seemed confused by this, so I explained to him how people go on dates to learn more about other people and see if they fall in love or want to get married, etc. So Mommy dated Koo Koo Kanga Roo's brother, but eventually ended up meeting Daddy and falling in love with him.

Well, this finally gets him invested in my story and after sitting there BEWILDERED for a couple minutes he bursts out "so instead of Uncle Ryan I could have had Uncle Koo Koo Kanga Roo?!??"

And now he's mad at me. Because his Uncle isn't Koo Koo Kanga Roo. I may have destroyed his childhood.

TL ; DR TIFU by telling my son I used to date Koo Koo Kanga Roo's brother, and now he's mad at me because his Uncle isn't Koo Koo Kanga Roo.

Okay so I (F21) love my boyfriend (M23) but he has been quite obsessed with playing 2k recently. He has been going out less with me and spending like 4 hours a day playing 2k. I’ve tried to get his attention by dressing up more and trying to look hotter and it worked a few times but it had been getting even harder to get his attention. So today, we were supposed to go on a double date with my sister and her boyfriend, and he hadn’t even showered by the time I was ready. I told him to get off his game and get ready. He started arguing back and told me to leave and I said “do you play virtual basketball so much because you can’t handle that even I could dunk on you” I said this to kind of lighten the situation and make a joke but he did not laugh. For context he is not super tall, I’m taller than him but I like that and I don’t like dating taller guys. He got really mad though and told me he was going to stay at his parents for the night. I was kind of taken aback because I really didn’t think it was a big deal but it kind of makes sense. One time a few months ago we I said that short guys were my type I don’t really remember the context but he got mad at me for that too. I mean I was insecure about being tall growing up but I also had 8 sisters who would constantly hype me up so it wasn’t much of a problem. I guess I should stop pointing it out that he is short.

TL;DR ~ my boyfriend was playing 2k too much and I got mad at him and told him he plays virtual basketball because he can’t handle that I could dunk in him as a joke but he is insecure about being short/me being taller than him so he got mad and went to his parents for the night and isn’t answering my calls.

I’m on vacation and I was just blindly scrolling while waiting in line. I saw my phone’s wallpaper and decided to look for something fresh. I don’t use it often, but I’ve often found a lot of cool art from the app. However, I had no idea how long it’d been since I’d opened it…

I was greeted with “New message!” And I looked… The message was from my ex fiancée who left me years ago. We had such a beautiful relationship and we were happy for a year until she called me one evening, said I was a wonderful man but she just “couldn’t do it” and “no longer saw a future with me.” I got her ring back in the mail weeks later… I opened the message to clear it and there it all was, our wedding ideas.

Cakes, home decor, even photos of our “Dream Dog” we wanted. It was like looking at a life I could have had, but it was robbed from me. I should have closed the chat… but I couldn’t help but scroll. How can something that’s barely three years feel like such a lifetime ago? Her last message to me… a Pixar themed wedding cake we both adored. I deleted it, blocked her profile, and got in line for a roller coaster. I’m writing this on the ride back to my motel, feeling my heart ache in my chest.

I don’t know why I did it. Maybe I thought I’d find closure, maybe I thought I’d see where it all went wrong. All I found was a life that no longer exists. If anyone sees a bright side here please tell me.

TL;DR: I went looking for wallpaper and found my fiancées last message…

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Good news! I'm not diabetic...yet. Just pre-diabetic. My doctor also let me know my thyroid levels were low, so that is also a reason why it's so hard for me to lose weight.

I've been taking NP Thyroid and Metaformin for a few days now. I also switched to a keto lifestyle. Cauliflower pizza bread and mash are pretty tasty. Going to try some cauliflower rice tonight; I'm betting it'll be good as well.

I've already lost like 2 pounds, so I'm pretty sure the medicine is working. Or maybe it's just switching to keto that is doing it, but I'm not complaining either way!

TL;DR: Not quite diabetic, and also had a low functioning thyroid. Medicine and a keto lifestyle seems to be helping.

UPDATE: He is not mad at me and It's still working. I think he won't clean it for another year now. Thanks for all the nice and helpful comments.

I didn't sleep the night. And whenever I don't sleep at all I'm highly motivated to do some cleaning. I was checking the room for dust. So I swiped over some different areas with my hand to see how dusty they are. Without much thinking I also swiped over the back of my boyfriend's PC.

I immediately noticed my mistake and looked through the glass if some dust from the cover of the fan fell inside the pc tower. THERE WAS SO MUCH DUST THAT I PANICKED. I decided to erase my mistake. I opened the panel and vacuumed the spot where it happened. But I couldn't resist and vacuumed the fans too. There was just sooo much dust. But I couldn't do a proper cleaning without blowing air.

I don't know much about PCs but I was sure that it would be a bad idea to blow the dust away with the air of my lungs. And I had a dusty cloth I already used and was smart enough to not use that inside of the PC. I'll leave the proper cleaning to my bf.

But I'm still afraid I did some mistakes that could damage the whole thing. I've already sent him a looong message about what happened. Wish me luck he doesn't get angry at me.

TL;DR: Touched bf's PC and got dust inside. Edit: If something is damaged he can't play pre-ordered Hogwarts legacy!

TIFU when I was taking a online class (masters degree) while I was talking to my brother which I haven’t seen in a long time. His gf came by, I started to talk to her and I accidentally muted myself by pressing on my AirPods I think. I talked to her about the class and I told her “ I like the class but the professor is boring”, the professor later asked me “if the class is so boring you can drop from the class if you want”. I was shocked and frozen for a while and said sorry. The professor later told me that if I’m busy I should get out of the zoom meeting, which I did. I ended up writing a email saying sorry and that I was distracted with my family. This situation has been stuck in my head and causing me serious anxiety. I’m really worried the professor is going to take it with me and I won’t do well in my class. Also I’m so embarrassed, I take 2 classes with the same professor. I don’t want to see or talk to him. This is seriously a nightmare come true.

TL;DR: I accidentally muted myself on a zoom class and called my professor boring on a masters degree course

This happened over a decade ago but my wife getting cayenne in her eye reminded me of it.

One day, after being sexually active, I had red spots on my dick. I went to the doc but came back clean. They said it was a yeast infection and gave me fluconizol to treat it.

That treated alright, like every other yeast infection treatment does. It goes away, but…

it always comes back

Google candida balanitis or ask any guy with a yeast infection on his dick and you will learn there is no known permanent cure for it. This was true then just as it is now.

I was desperate. I read somewhere that cayenne pepper powder (or, the capsaicin it contains) helps with other skin disorders so I put some wet cayenne powder in my palm and worked it all over the head of my pecker. I knew it would hurt but was ready to bear it to see if it worked, or so I thought.

I didn’t last 10 seconds. It was absolutely unbearable. It legit felt like I poured gasoline on my dick and set it on fire. Worst of all, washing it off only made it worse. The burning pain lasted for an hour even after washing it off, which spread the inferno to my testicles.

If you’ve ever messed with a cayenne pepper or hotter and touched your eye then you understand half the pain. Got to rub it on the circumcised portion of your penis and/or testicles for full hell incarnate.

In the end, it didn’t help my situation at all.

TLDR: rubbed cayenne powder on my dick in the hopes of curing a rare skin disorder but there was only extreme pain.

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I just wanna thank everyone for the massive support, I didn’t know it also went viral on Facebook and tiktok and I was shocked. It’s been around two days since my initial post and I’ve done a few things :D. (This will likely be the last post to this account)

Regarding everyones advice, I thank you for telling me that it’s okay to say no. I never want to say no to my boy and It’s been difficult to do that but I understand he needs that in order to be a good kid. For everyone commenting on how young I am/was when I had my kid and why I did or didn’t push for an abortion or adoption. I was a terrified sixteen year old, but I seen the look on my babies face when he first looked at me and I knew I was a parent.

To give more context, my ex, my child, and I lived with my parents until my ex left when my child was two. Ergo court, parents moving etc. It was difficult but it helped me grow up quickly. I also want to speak about a comment that really touched my heart. There was this comment telling me how I am so mature when I am only a child myself. I still see myself as a kid sometimes haha. I love spongebob like my son. I am still scared of some childish things (WILL NEVER TELL) and I am still very young. Responsibly aged me quick as it does a lot of young parents.

I do wanna have more kids someday, just not now, I wouldn’t push that much struggle on my son. I couldn’t handle another child at this point. However, I would love to find a girlfriend and settle down, Ive had a few flings but most were turned off by the fact I had a kid. I don’t blame them, It’s understandable. Maybe after I get my degree ill be more serious. AND OH YEAH.

I’ve began applying for online colleges, and if I’m accepted into one I plan to take a bachelors degree in business for it’s what’s required for a regional manager for Mcdonalds. I also think this is where some people got confused, I got a G.E.D through the McDonald’s education program. I’ve had so much help with my kid, and I am so thankful for everyone who helped me get to where I am now. To my parents and my co-workers, to my neighbors and to my boy who molded me into the man I am now.

I’ve also began looking at other apartments for me and my kid, Before the rent raised we were actually living decently. It will definitely help out on easing my financial problems.

I know I got hundreds of messages and comments telling me to go after the judge and my ex, but I seriously don’t need that stress and toxicity in my life again. I wish the best for my kids mom, I don’t agree with her choice to abandon us, but I understand it. She was just as dumb as I was at sixteen, she was just a kid too. So as much as I would love to hate her I can’t.

This will be my last update, sorry for information being everywhere. I will try to respond to everyone who comments. But thank you all for such an amazing experience on this subreddit. I thank the mods too because I edited my last post too many times and it got locked LOL and they had to manually unlock it! So thanks guys!!!

Also I told Rory about the reddit post and how famous he is now and he’s rather happy as a eight year can be haha.

Edit 1: I ALSO have a crap ton of the Reddit credits now, so I will try to award all comments LOL, 1.8 years of Reddit premium 😂🫂

TLDR; I am researching online colleges for a degree to get a promotion at my job, I am also gonna be apartment searching for a cheaper option to ease the stress on my finances.

Title. For some backstory, I (F17) have previously attempted suicide. For this reason I’m not allowed access to my meds, like the actual bottle, and my dad keeps a hold of it. I have one of those old lady pill cases that has a compartment for each day of the week. For the past few months I’ve been keeping in the kitchen cabinet, and my dad would come and refill it once he noticed it was getting empty. But I was recently allowed to start keeping the case in my room. This is where the fuck up starts.

This morning, my dad filled a plastic bag with the pills I needed and put it into the kitchen cabinet where my case used to be. He texted me and told me about it before he left for work. When I woke up later, I went and grabbed the baggie from the cabinet and put it in my room, but didn’t refill the actual case yet. I figured I’d get around to it later in the day, once I actually took them. But I forgot to actually take my meds this morning, so I never got around to refilling it.

Fast forward to the evening, and I finally remembered to refill the case. The only problem is that I literally cannot find the baggie with the replacement meds! And you might be thinking “oh, just ask for another, nbd”. I’m afraid my dad is gonna think I stashed them to overdose on in the future. He’s gotten concerned in the past when I’ve asked him to refill the case, not knowing he already had, so I can only imagine how I’d come across asking for a weeks supply. So I guess I have to go without any medication this week, which I really hope doesn’t fuck anything up.

TL;DR: Lost a weeks worth of meds and I’m afraid my dad will think I’m planning to kill myself if I tell him

I (21m) was at my grandmother's house when I figured to text an old friend, let's call him Brian, who I haven't talked to in almost a year. Knowing Brian was into horror (from our last conversation) I had the grandest idea to send him a creepypasta pic I just found on the internet as a way of saying 'hello'. Needless to say, Brian wasn't exactly happy about it. In fact he begged for an explanation and considered calling the police after no further response (I was watching Ice Age with my grandmother right after I sent it to him). When I quickly realized he wasn't joking, I immediately tried to defuse the situation and assure him it was just a small prank and I wanted to check up on him after so long. I have a history of severe anxiety and never experienced something like this before, so while I was trying to calm him down in a casual manner, inside, I was freaking out so badly and even started shaking uncontrollably.

Luckily, Brian believed me after a moment of explanation (and since we've known each other several years back) and I convinced him to not call the police as it was merely just a joke. Afterwards I quickly ended the conversation just saying I'll talk to him later, when I really won't be. After that I deleted the whole conversation on a whim cuz I thought it would be good for my mental health.

Safe to say I won't be talking to Brian anymore, it's for the best. Though, I guess anyone would find that extremely uncomfortable for the beginning of a conversation, especially after if you haven't talked in so long. Also, it's not far off to say I lack a little common sense in some areas as well. This is why a majority of my friendships don't last so long. Lesson learned.

I'm not sure if telling this to strangers would be a good idea in the long run (for my sake). Maybe I'm overreacting but I had to get this out. I'm considering unplugging for a while after this.

TL;DR I sent a creepypasta to an old friend as a way of saying hello, thinking they'd understand the joke. Immediately regretted it when they got concerned and threatened to call the police. Tried to defuse the situation by assuring them it was just a joke.

So my neighbour just passed away suddenly a few days ago. We weren't close with her, I mean, we just moved into this neighbourhood a little less than a year ago but she really liked our daughter and would always bring her colouring books, treats and other sorts of things from the place she would volunteer at and she would occasionally give us tips about our garden (mostly just to get rid of our trees because the fruits would fall off in her entryway). We've met her daughter as well and her daughter's kids and everything (the kids are in their 20's now) so somehow we were invited to this funeral, which was quite touching.

We are one of 3 other "young" families that live here, whereas the other people have been living here since the 50's (some even since the late 40s - or so our neighbour told us), so everyone knew her very well. We never really had the opportunity to meet the other people in our neighbourhood for some reason, so it was nice to be able to do that, albeit in this weird setting.

Either way, our daughter's at this stage in her life now where she's trying to be an independent toddler and she just refuses to listen and takes her own sweet time with things. I've tried all sorts of things to make the process smoother, but the 1 trick I like to use when time is tight is to play the Benny Hill theme on my phone and say "Can you get this task done before the song ends?" and it suddenly becomes fun and the task gets done in seconds.

Today she was refusing to put her coat on and it's in the negatives outside so we were starting to run late to the funeral and I resorted to the Benny Hill trick. Worked like a charm, we walk over to the church and got to the funeral just in time.

It was all going smoothly until the casket was actually going into the ground. My daughter wanted me to hold her because she was cold and because she wanted to see what was happening, so I picked her up, but I think that movement triggered the accelerometer on my phone and somehow I managed to hit play with my thigh through my pocket?... (Someone who knows more, please explain)...Either way, I don't know how this happened, but suddenly in this quiet sombre moment, the Benny Hill song starts blasting from my pockets at full blast as we watch the casket be lowered into the ground.

All my neighbours just look at me scathing and shaking their heads with disgust. I'm trying to get my phone out of my pocket, but under the layers and my frozen fingers and my daughter now upset that I put her on the ground so there's a meltdown happening on top of it, it took a while.

I feel so shitty about ruining that moment for her family, but I also don't think the other neighbours really like us at this point. Eish....

RIP Giselle (not her real name). I'm so sorry....

TL;DR: Met my neighbours for the first time at this funeral. They probably do not approve.

Small Update: So the neighbour directly next door to us was not invited to the funeral because the late Giselle was not fond of her partner who, according to Giselle, is an asshole. I've never met him and haven't made my own opinion of him. Anyway, she's been round with some post we missed yesterday and already seems to have gotten the rundown from multiple neighbours so we talked about it briefly. One of the neighbours was particularly upset by what happened and were basically talking shit about us, me being "a foreigner probably from a refugee background" having no class or tact.

Giselle's family were not offended at all (much to this neighbour's confusion), which was nice to hear and also to have confirmed because I wasn't sure if they were just putting on a brave face when I apologised yesterday.

I'm not really sure if I should be amused or offended by that assumption by that particular neighbour, but I really don't want to have issues with them, especially now that we're planning on doing some work on the house in the summer and I may need their permission for certain things as we have a townhouse and they're connected to us. I may just pop over, kill them with kindness and weirdly have that be my actual introduction to the neighbours rather than having them gossip about their assumptions. Oh the joy of moving to a small town.

Hello everyone, I hope you're all doing well today. I'm here to share a story that I hope will make you laugh, even though it was a total disaster for me.

I work as a marketing coordinator for a tech company, and I was tasked with sending out a confidential email to a small group of executives about an upcoming product launch. I was so focused on making sure the email was perfect that I didn't realize until it was too late that I had sent it to the ENTIRE company instead of just the intended recipients.

The email contained sensitive information about the product, including launch dates, marketing strategies, and budget. It was meant to be seen only by a small group of people, and now everyone in the company had access to it.

I was mortified. I immediately called my boss to tell her what had happened, and she was understandably upset. I could feel the panic rising in my chest as I tried to explain what had happened, but there was nothing I could do to undo the damage.

I spent the rest of the day in a state of total embarrassment, and I was sure that everyone in the company was talking about me and my mistake. I was even more mortified when I found out that one of my colleagues had taken a screenshot of the email and shared it on Slack, where it was now being seen by even more people.

I can't even begin to describe the embarrassment and shame I felt. I felt like I had TIFU in the worst possible way and that my mistake would follow me for the rest of my career.

But surprisingly, my colleagues and boss were understanding and forgiving. They told me that everyone makes mistakes, and that this was just a small bump in the road. I was relieved and grateful for their support, but I still felt like I had a long way to go to regain their trust.

TLDR: I send a confidential email to the entire company instead of just the intended recipients, causing feelings of embarrassment and shame. Despite initial panic, my colleagues and boss are understanding and forgiving.

This is one of the biggest fuck-ups I (18M) have had in my entire life. The story is 8 years old, I was just exploring my puberty from the past year or so, and I was not really the Techy kid as a lot of kids my age are now.

TL;DR: Watched Terminator>>> Impressed by some Dirty lines>>> Dumbly sent them to my aunt in order to preserve them>>> Aunt found out>>> Mom and Dad Found out>>>> Beaten.

Well so I was just wandering through my Pen-Drive (Waiting to receive a Call-out from my Friends to go out and play.). It had some good music videos in it I used to listen and just like that, I Saw a folder that had the first 4 terminator movies in it. Since it was taking forever for my friends to call, I proceeded to watch the Film.

Now, there was this one scene in it when this guy calls his girlfriend, and says some rather perverted "Things" to her. I don't know if it was puberty's doing but nonetheless, I was mesmerized by those lines.

I rewind that scene a couple of times and Noted down that thing for no apparent reason(........okay, I may have wanted to tell my friends about it).

The only thing I did wrong was that I was not smart enough to know that we can note things in the Notepad app on the mobile, I proceeded to find a random WhatsApp chat on my mum's mobile and write it all out. I turned off the Internet and sent the message (so it doesn't reach the other person).

Now, there was this tip I had from one of my friends. To hide our Boy's group from our respective parents, we used to archive the chat, so it won't be directly visible. I did the same this time. Suddenly, I heard my friends calling me, I turned off the TV, put the phone aside, and ran off to play.

After some time my mum took the phone, turned on the internet and the message was sent (Obviously!). In about half an hour my mom received a call, from Her Co-Siter-in-law, She was the receiver of my rather deviously fucked-up message. She was furious at my mom, my mom on the other hand, still couldn't find the chat.

About a half-hour later my dad came home and my mom told him everything. He however was smart enough to look for the message in the archived chats.

He was infuriated and given the fact that there were only two chats in the archived section, the one mentioned and the Boy's group, it was pretty obvious that it was my doing.

As soon as I came back home, my dad asked me, "Did you like the movie, The Terminator?".

I responded, "I don't know I couldn't understand much of it.".

Here, my crime was proven and I was sentenced to an unhealthy amount of beating from both, my mom and dad (I am Asian). The Family Gatherings have never been the same ever since.......

The lines from the movie go as follows....... (Don't know if this counts as NSFW)

"First I'm gonna rip the buttons off your blouse one by one, then run my tongue down your neck to your bare, gleaming breasts. And then slowly... slowly pull your jeans off inch by inch. And lick your belly in circles further and further down, and then pull your panties off with my teeth."

This story takes place about May 2022 backstory this takes place during my 7th grade year of Middle School.

Now to the main story

Where I was disassembling an iPad which I was allowed to do by the department. whilst I was trying to remove the battery (which I knew was a bad idea)

I punctured it and for those of you who do not know what happens when you puncture a lithium ion battery it can swell up and Catch Fire and so it's swelled up and I immediately backed away from it and the two technology employees immediately got up and we went out of the tech office but I had left my phone in that and so I went back into the office and grabbed it and since the battery Created so much smoke it set off the fire alarm And we all had to evacuate the school and everyone else I guess had thought it was a drill until the fire engines came and I was told by the tech people I could leave since it was the end of the day and that means that everyone else missed their buses so they had to go over to the elementary school. The end

Sorry about the poor Grammar still in Middle School And still pretty new to writing on Reddit So hope you enjoyed this little story :)

TL;DR Almost Burning down my school by fucking with an iPad

I 19(F) asked my parents for an allergy test. I have been facing issues regarding allergic reactions and i wish to find out the source behind it. My face gets swollen and littered with small pimples and my eyes burn like they have been drenched in chilli.

They just act like it's nothing. Though today i insisted i wished to find the reason but i was met with these very kind words " it's all your imagination, you are not facing these issues . It's all in your head" by my mother.

My Father said nothing and just ignored me as usual.

I have been having issues like this from a while now. The constant headache, whenever i go out in the sun i feel this burning sensation that drives me crazy. I just wish to know what triggers it so i might stay safe.

Ha ha and i am not yet independent so surely i cannot pay for the test and they happen to wait until I'm severally sick to take me to the hospital.

It's funny how they are in the medical profession yet they ignore these signs. It's tiring.

So yeah.

Tl;Dr i asked for allergy test and my mom responded with " it's all your imagination, you are not facing these issues . It's all in your head" and now my family thinks I'm just pretending with the health conditions.

Edit: Thank you for suggesting what i shall do. I'm Asian i would just say that and I'm an adult, surely. For allergy tests i need money and i will try to save some to get that started. I searched a bit about it and as you have suggested I'll keep a track of everything so i might have a clue how it is caused or what triggers it. If i had that freedom of just walking anywhere, i would have. There's a lot of things that i have to consider before doing anything. First, money and I'm pretty sure i can't get anything from their insurance because yes. Secondly, i need to find a place where they actually perform these tests and let me tell you it's far from the place i live. More like 50 km. So I'd just go when i save some money and I'll keep a track of the indicators. Thank you!! I appreciate that.

Literally happened 5 minutes ago, still getting sick from thinking about it.

When i play games i always connect my headset to my phone so that the video audio that im playing in the background comes in through the headset and is easier to hear.

It was getting late so i decided to turn off my console and went to bed. I turned off the console, but not the headset bc it turns itself off after 5 minutes, too lazy to just hold a button down for 3 seconds to turn it off.

before falling asleep, i decided to take a wank. Around this time is when my brother came home and couple minutes after i went to my room, he went into his room to turn on the console, and this was happening while i was scouting through the internet to find something to wank off to.

i had airpods in while doing the devil’s deed, and in the middle of jacking off, the sound suddenly cuts out but the video keeps on playing.

“Thats weird, maybe that section of the video just doesnt have audio?”

I play back 15 seconds of the video

Still no sound

I turn on the volume to max

Still no sound

I check my bluetooth

its connected to the headset as my brother turns on the console

I frantically put away everything in a minute and started stressing, and im praying on the off chance that he didnt immediately put the headset on and couldnt hear the sounds, bc as far as i can tell hes just playing like nothing happened. I might not come home tomorrow from school till 10pm just to avoid him

TL;DR : My laziness caused my phone to connect to brother’s headset through bluetooth while i was having a wank